Chapter 4 You can only think about things when you are full

Song Xinyi held two glass bottles in her hand and ran towards the kitchen, "Shishi, have you finished cleaning up this chicken now?" ”

"Alright, alright, it's all packed." Zhao Shishi wiped her hands on her apron and trotted out of the kitchen.

"Then you go out, is the fire ready?" Song Xinyi pushed Zhao Shishi out and said, "Uh...... It's good, but ......" Seeing that the wooden door of the small kitchen was "snapped" shut, Zhao Shishi's words that she wanted to ask Song Xinyi were stuffed back into her throat.

"But, Dabao, do you know how to cook?"

In the small kitchen, Song Xinyi held a mobile phone in one hand, glanced at the mobile phone and looked at the chicken that was scalded on the board, and sighed.

She first cut the whole chicken in the middle with a knife, and then cut it into small pieces. Although it sounds easy, this errand of chopping bones is not a simple job, and then Song Xinyi blanched the chicken in hot water, and then fished it out for later use. The green and red peppers were also washed with water and put on the board waiting for use, and then it was the process of marinating the chicken nuggets, after adding salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce and green onions, Song Xinyi massaged the chicken nuggets with her slender fingers to make it fully flavorful, and in the process of waiting for the marinade, she washed the potatoes with water and cut them into boxy pieces. Although she cooks at home in modern times, it is very simple for her to watch the operation steps of WeChat and do it by hand. So, in this busy cooking time, she actually took the time to sigh the benefits of WeChat.

After fifteen minutes, you can fry in the oil pot, Song Xinyao's original family is not so wealthy, so the oil at home is just a piece of lard, but although it is not as good as modern rapeseed oil and other oils, but after getting into the oil pot, the tangy fragrance made Song Xinyi swallow her saliva secretly.

"It's so fragrant......"

Stir-fry the chives and ginger slices in hot oil in a pot, then add the chicken pieces and stir-fry until white, add soy sauce and a small amount of water, simmer over low heat until the chicken is ripe, add the potato pieces and continue to simmer.

The fatty meat is fried until it is brown and crispy, and the fragrant juice wraps around it, and the chicken pieces glow with a little oily shine under the light of the transparent paper, and the tangy aroma hits the nose. Song Xinyi swallowed her saliva again, only to hear that the small wooden door of the kitchen was knocked by Zhao Shishi and kept shaking.

"Dabao, Dabao, what are you doing, it's so fragrant, okay?"

Song Xinyi's eyes were white, she was so worried just now, but now that she has something to eat, she won't be taboo about anything, this door is knocking like something.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Song Xinyi stretched out her head and shouted outside.

Zhao Shishi smelled the fragrance in the yard, and muttered in her heart, this Dabao not only seemed to remember nothing since he woke up, but also behaved and talked very strangely, and now he was still cooking in the kitchen, and he was still worried, but Dabao wanted to try it, but he smelled this smell...... It seems to be okay. After that...... When we leave this place, her craft will be of great use.

Zhao Shishi thought about it, Song Xinyi was busy in the kitchen all the time.

When the potatoes are soft, add salt to taste, take out some firewood from the stove, and wait for the fire to become smaller, and collect the soup.

Song Xinyi took out the prepared potato stewed chicken nuggets from the big iron pot, put the rice that had already been washed into the big pot, scooped a few scoops of water from another hot water pot with a wooden scoop and put it into the big pot, and then carefully put a small spoon of salt, and then added a few dead branches to the stove, covered the pot and waited for the rice to cook.

When the rice was almost cooked, Song Xinyi poured the vegetables in the iron basin into the rice. Turn off the fire, wait for a minute or two, hide the phone again, turn around and walk to the wooden door, open the door, and say to Zhao Shishi with a smile, "Okay, you can serve the food." ”

After many years, Song Xinyi took Zhao Shishi to develop, and she has also seen countless prosperous scenery or rare scenes, but according to Zhao Shishi's description, she is not so always facing the sun, with smoke behind her, and Song Xinyi with a smile on her face is good-looking, and Zhao Shishi also emphasized that such Song Xinyi has a taste of potato stewed chicken nuggets.

Zhao Shishi took two steps and made one step at a time, took out the potato and chicken nuggets from the big iron pot in the kitchen and stewed rice, put it on the wooden table in the yard, the dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed, sat down, lifted the lid of the pot, and a rich fragrance mixed with water vapor came to the face, Zhao Shishi took a deep breath, except for the New Year, when did he eat such a sumptuous dish, besides, only from the smell of such a delicious dish, when did he eat it, when did he never eat it! If Dabao had revealed this kind of craftsmanship before, maybe his family would not be in such a worrying situation......

Then again, when you think about it, you still have to eat non-stop. Needless to say, Song Xinyi has just woken up, she only has porridge to drink, and her stomach has been empty, although it is the body of the original owner, but in the end, the soul is still new, and the new affirmative mood is different, although she may have a small appetite, but her heart can fit as much as her stomach is. As for Zhao Shishi, the original owner, but she has never eaten such a delicious meal since she was a child, she eats with her belly open, regardless of the image of a woman, and there are also cases in this situation.

As a result, there was a spectacular scene of chopsticks flying up and down on the dining table.

After being full of wine and food, Zhao Shishi went to clean up the mess, this busy meal survived, the time was from noon to afternoon, nearly dusk, Song Xinyi collapsed on the stone bench, thinking about heaven and earth, suddenly her heart hurt, she realized that as the original owner, she had not buried her adoptive mother, which was terrible, she didn't think about what she promised others, and she also occupied other people's bodies.

Sin, sin. Song Xinyi silently recited twice in her heart.

"Poetry, poetry!" She shouted to Zhao Shishi, who was still squatting by the stream to wash dishes.

"Huh! What's wrong! ”

"Come back soon~I can't bear it alone~"

"Huh?" Listening to the unfamiliar tone, Zhao Shishi was stunned in her heart, what is going on with this big treasure.

"It's okay, come back soon, I have something to ask you."

Wait until Zhao Shishi goes to the kitchen to set up the dishes and chopsticks. Song Xinyi took her hand and sat down in the small courtyard with a serious face, "Shishi, do we have any heirlooms or anything like that?" What Song Xinyi thought was that since the two of them were leaving this place, they didn't know what this heirloom was, and they couldn't take it with them, so it was better to sell it and make some money, so that they could bury their adoptive mother, right?

But who knows......